The opening was terse
Then came cramming the empty verse
Of an awareness
Suddenly shifting
As I was waiting for her
The routine requirement
Daily supplement
Just to get through
Ashes flailing against gravity
Ashes the wind
Randomly blew
Coloring the rest of the sky
Scampering for reasons
Fearing those who asks why
Maybe
That’s why we’ll never be truly free
We’re beings seeking meaning
Legs in the quicksand,
Permanence and attachment
danDAman 